Join us on a journey spanning three countries…
Borgau, Portugal
We stayed in a little apartment,
where the ocean spread out in front of our town.
Blue waves hit the burnt sienna cliff,
next to the white moon rising.
Portugal Coastline
One Day by Robert Creeley
One day after another-
Perfect.
They all fit.
Perfect.
They all fit.
The Cyclades, Greece
Following is a brief preview of Michael’s images from Greece. There will be more to come, along with a story about our trip, in an upcoming issue of Cruising World Magazine.
Kythnos, Greece
Keep Ithaka always in your mind
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
Better if it lasts for years, so you are old
by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
from Ithaka, C.P. Cavafy
The Aegean Sea, Cyclades
They stepped the mast and spread the glistening sails,
the wind blew gusts in the middle of the sail, and around
the cutwater the bow wave, shimmering
dark, sang loud as the ship proceeded.
She swept over the swell, making her course.
from, The Iliad, Homer
Boat reflection, Iraklia
The islands were full of color…
Blue Door, Paros
The hillsides were dotted with white houses,
wild goats, stone walls, olive trees, and grapevines.
The doors and shutters were the vibrant colors of the sea,
that ever present blue sea.
The Acropolis, Athens
People are walking around the temple,
and everyone is staring, looking up.
Studio Camnitzer, Valdottavo Italy
Here, Michael spent his days in the studio
hand-making photo-etchings.
We stayed in the studio’s dormitory,
Le Vigne, in the small village of Valdottavo.
Mariquita
Photo-etching on paper from a brass plate.
American Beauty
Photo-etching on paper from a brass plate.
Cinque Terre, Italy
the delight of swimming in the sea under marble cliffs,
of feasting on a terrace above the tumult of a fishing port,
of tastes of wine, olive oil, almonds, mustard, salt.
Czeslaw Milosz
Breathe, Italian Riviera
Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying…
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.
Pablo Neruda
